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Myka pulls out a small rectangular box covered with white wrapping paper and a stick-on bow. “This isn't because you gave me the grappler,” she reiterates, “I just thought you would enjoy it.” She pauses for a second. “I didn't invent it,” Myka admits nervously.
Helena unwraps it and examines the object for a few moments. "What a magnificent device! It stores thousands of books! Myka,” she says with a serious expression on her face, which changes to an exuberant smile. “Do you know what this means? I could carry my entire library around in my handbag!"
"You sound like a Kindle commercial," Myka teases with a smile.
“I don’t know what a commercial is, but thank you.”